A detective with a unique ability to sense supernatural beings is tasked with solving a series of murders in a city plagued by a hidden werewolf population. As they delve deeper, they uncover a sinister conspiracy.
Ana Davis had always been able to sense the supernatural. It wasn't something she advertised, for fear of sounding like a lunatic, but it had always been there, lurking just beneath the surface of her reality. It was as if she had a sixth sense that tingled whenever something otherworldly brushed against the mundane.
The city of Crescent Hollow, where Ana had spent her entire life, was a place where the supernatural seemed to thrive in the shadows. It was a city of contrasts, with gleaming skyscrapers towering over ancient cobblestone streets. Beneath its modern façade, Crescent Hollow held secrets that only a select few could see.
Ana was one of those few.
On a chilly autumn evening, Ana sat at her cluttered desk in the dimly lit office of the Crescent Hollow Police Department's Special Investigations Unit. She was a detective, but not like any other on the force. Her desk was stacked high with files of unsolved cases, most of which had something inexplicable about them. She was the go-to person when the cases got weird, and in Crescent Hollow, that was more often than not.
Tonight, her phone rang, jolting her from her thoughts. She picked it up, her voice crisp and professional. "Detective Ana Davis."
"Ana, it's Captain Ramirez," came the voice on the other end. "We've got a new case for you, and it's a real puzzler."
Ana leaned forward, her interest piqued. "I'm all ears, Captain."
"It's a series of murders," Ramirez explained. "Three victims in the past two weeks, all found mutilated in an alley near the old textile factory."
Ana's gut twisted. She knew that area well; it was a hotspot for supernatural activity. "Any leads?"
"That's the strange part," Ramirez continued. "No witnesses, no security camera footage, nothing. It's like the victims vanished into thin air, and the crime scenes... well, they're bizarre. Almost ritualistic."
Ana's sixth sense tingled. Ritualistic murders were a sure sign of something supernatural at play. "I'll head over there right away."
As Ana arrived at the crime scene, she was struck by the eerie silence that hung in the air. The full moon bathed the cobblestone alley in a pale, ghostly light. She could hear the distant sounds of sirens, but they felt far away, as if the world had slowed down to a crawl.
The bodies were arranged in a peculiar manner, limbs spread in an unnatural fashion. Symbols were carved into their flesh, symbols that sent shivers down Ana's spine. She recognized them from her studies of the occult.
But what disturbed her most were the claw marks on the ground, impossibly large and deep. She knelt to examine them, her gloved fingers tracing the grooves. The hairs on her arms stood on end as she realized what had made them.
"Werewolf," she whispered to herself.
As Ana began to investigate further, she noticed the faintest traces of a scent in the air, something wild and primal. Her supernatural senses kicked in, and she followed the scent through the maze-like alleyways, her heart pounding with every step.
Eventually, the scent led her to a decrepit building at the edge of the city. The door creaked open under her touch, and she stepped inside, her flashlight cutting through the darkness.
There, in the moonlit shadows, she saw him-an imposing figure, hunched over a gruesome altar adorned with bones and blood. He turned to face her, his eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger.
Ana's heart raced as she recognized the face of the man before her. It was Detective Jameson, a colleague from the force.
"Ana," he hissed, his voice a guttural growl. "You shouldn't have followed me."
Realization hit her like a freight train. Jameson was the werewolf, the one behind the brutal murders. But how had he hidden it so well?
Before she could react, he lunged at her with inhuman speed, and they tumbled to the floor in a frenzied struggle. Ana fought with all her strength, her training, and her uncanny senses. It was a battle of supernatural versus supernatural.
As the moonlight streamed through a shattered window, Ana's instincts took over. She grabbed a shard of glass and, with a swift, precise motion, plunged it into Jameson's heart. He let out a pained howl, reverting to his human form before collapsing.
The room seemed to grow darker as Ana caught her breath. She had solved the case, but the questions remained. How had Jameson become a werewolf? And what sinister conspiracy had led him down this path?
Little did Ana know that her journey into the hidden world of Crescent Hollow had only just begun, and the secrets she would uncover would challenge everything she thought she knew about the city and herself.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."